And the funny thing is, it has no end
I try to call you up at 2am
In a crowded bar, your ringer tones
Crowd my mind
I can see you through the phone, the phone, the phone
And I'm wide awake at home, at home, at home
So, think I'll see my coquette and hope you don't
Catch the bourbon on my breath, my breath, my breath
Catch a cab outside on Seventh Street
And the cars fly by through The Bowery
I come to your door, and I hear a moan
Then another voice
Oh Christ, she's not alone, alone, alone
And my heart sinks like a stone, a stone, a stone
And the tears won't even come, I feel so numb
So swept aside, so dumb, so dumb, so dumb
When the words are wrong and my patience gone
Will you tell me, does this mean you're moving on?
From the balcony, you call my name
I see you standing in the rain
Your words so dry, your face so wet
Said I broke your heart, but it hasn't happened yet
I'll bet your friends all hate me now
I get the strangest looks from that bitchy crowd
And though they must think they have every reason to
I guess I'm still not quite yet over you
When the words are wrong and you're hanging on
Another guy's arm, does this mean you're moving on?